Hot chocolate with breakfast, hot tea mid morning. Thunder comes and goes.
I catch up on the logbook. A little before noon the heavy rains stop. A few straggling thunderstorms pass nearby.
I read, relax, stay warm and dry in my drysuit. I wear the drysuit not because the tent is leaking, but because with the wind and heavy rains moisture is everywhere.
Sunny mid-afternoon, open up the boom tent.
Evening. Boom tent back in place. Dinner. Climb into the sleeping bag with flashes of lightning all around.
2 comments:
Every so often it is time, time to say thank you. Very Inspirational, very teasing, beckoning my soul to get out and test myself in your way - no schedule, no need for societal norm desires - true freedom. Can I do it, alone, stuck with weather limits and be a peace? I hope I get the chance (once retired) to find out. Thanks for helping me wonder and dream Steve
Thanks, Rob, for the nice comment. I really do this log for myself, figuring someday that I will be sitting in the rocking chair and remembering these sails. If anyone finds something here that benefits them, then I am glad for that. Steve
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